A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music.
(Soren Kierkegaard)

Monday, March 09, 2009

Sunstroke

Deep aquamarine blue

fades

imperceptibly into turquoise green

and then pops

into a patch

of my favourite green

seafoam I believe it's called

like a paint chip

(as if Benjamin or Shermin or Ralph thought of this colour combo first)